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How the fiend had laughed at Mari

Hate hiht now," Torin said Or ever

The ad salt over everything

"Tell me!" the female shouted

"I shook her hand" The words exploded fro "That’s it" But he’d done far more than that, hadn’t he

He’d put a lot of tihing with her Eventually she’d felt coloves and intertwine their fingers On purpose

Nothing bad will happen, she had said Orof his eagerness You’ll see

He’d believed her Because he’d wanted to believe her more than he’d wanted to take his next breath He’d held on to her so tightly, a thirsty lass of water in a world burning to ash, nearly brought to his knees by the force of his physical response Sensation after sensation had overwhelmed him Feminine softness so near his masculine hardness A floral scent in his nose The ends of her silky hair tickling his wrist Her war with his

I experienced an instant connection, immediate bliss, and very nearly creamed my damn jeans From a handshake

She’d died from it

With him, it never mattered if the touch was accidental or intentional, or if the victiood or evil; any living creature sickened soon after contact with him Even immortals like hi carriers of whatever illness they’d contracted fro it to others As a human, Mari had never even stood a chance

"Tell me the truth," his obsession demanded "Every detail"

He didn’t know her name or if she was human or immortal He only knew Mari had made a deal with the devil to save her

The tomen had been imprisoned here for centuries--wherever "here" was--for no real crime Torin could perceive Cronus, the prison’s owner, had never really needed a reason to ruin someone’s life

He’d certainly helped ruin Torin’s

He had owed Torin a favor, and Torin, being Torin, had chosen to overlook the male’s shady reputation and ask for a wo Cronus, hadn’t bothered to search for a suitable candidate and had simply recruited one of his prisoners--sweet, innocent Mari

"Cronus irl," Torin said